SLOANE'S POINT OF VIEW.

I read the lines of the script in my hands, as I tried to memorise them. For some reason, Ms Vale had decided to give the lead role in the play. 

"No! You're not my father!" I said, trying to act out the scene, but for some reason, it felt wrong. 

Discouraged, I dropped the thick file on my desk and groaned in frustration. I'd been at it for three hours now, and honestly, I felt like telling her I was the wrong pick for this.

"Having ...